He put Ruan Xin on the couch in his room and went to find a pair of clean clothes. After all, the clothes Ruan Xin was wearing were torn and stained with blood, so he really couldn't wear them.
As a result, when he brought the clothes over, he saw Ruan Xin standing by the couch with clenched teeth and shaking unsteadily. As if he was afraid of soiling his couch, Mo Zhifei frowned and left without saying a word. He went over and pressed Ruan Xin back and ordered: "Lie down, young master."
Ruan Xin also had a gloomy look on her face: "I can apply the medicine myself when I get back, I don't need your help."
Mo Zhifei looked at him, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, you soiled my coat, you have to pay me a new one first, and then I let you go."
Ruan Xin glanced at the blood-stained coat draped over her body, her face turned slightly red, and she said sadly: "You draped it on me."
"Then I didn't let you get dirty. Either you just stay there and stay there, or you pay the money and leave." Mo Zhifei was quite bad, and he was sure that this stingy Ruan Xin would never pay him. , because this stingy guy would rather be beaten than give money, so how could he be compensated
Sure enough, Ruan Xin stared at Mo Zhifei coldly, pursed her lips and said nothing.
Not long after, the housekeeper came in carrying a medical kit and asked the servants to bring a basin of clean water. He carefully looked at their young master worriedly and made sure that the young master was not injured, and then he was willing to look at the man sitting on the bed. The young man sitting on the couch looked seriously injured. Out of good intentions, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask their young master, "Master, do you want me to call the doctor?"
Mo Zhifei rolled his eyes at him, "Your young master passed the imperial examination for free?"
Only then did the housekeeper react and couldn't help but pat his forehead.
Mo Zhifei opened the medical kit and ordered: "Go and ask the people below to prepare meals."
When he just carried Luan Xin back home, he realized that Luan Xin was much thinner than he looked. Usually when he looked at him wearing loose clothes, he thought he just looked thin, but when he carried Luan Xin on his back, he realized that Luan Xin was much thinner than he looked. It's so light that it doesn't weigh much anymore, and the bones in my hands feel very tingly. It's obvious that I haven't eaten well...
Therefore, Mo Zhifei also expected that Ruan Xin must not have eaten anything today.
After listening to Mo Zhifei's instructions, the housekeeper nodded and hurried out to get ready.
Mo Zhifei asked Ruan Xin to take off his shirt. He saw that the material on his back was bleeding. Thinking of those bastards stepping on Ruan Xin's back so unscrupulously in the alley, Mo Zhifei didn't know. Fei couldn't help but frown.
He was probably more angry. He felt that a person with Ruan Xin's temperament would definitely not want to suffer any loss. Even if he was beaten, he would only do it on the premise that if he was beaten, he would not have to pay. But even if this is the case, doesn't he know how to cherish his own body
As an imperial physician, Mo Zhifei really couldn't bear to see Ruan Xin messing with his body like this.
Ruan Xin seemed unaware of it. Mo Zhifei asked him to take off his clothes, so he took off his upper body clothes. Then he lay down on the couch with clear division of labor, his face pressed against the pillow, and instructed Mo Zhifei: "Wipe some." Huiluo ointment is just fine, nothing else is needed.”
Mo Zhifei made a move and ignored him. He wiped his back with a wet handkerchief first. He moved as gently as possible, for fear of hurting this fragile little kid. Who knows, Ruan Xin didn't seem to know the pain. , lying there motionless, without any reaction at all.
Mo Zhifei looked at Ruan Xin's back. He was very thin and his shoulder blades were obviously prominent.
This guy...how can he be so thin.
What kind of nutritious food does he usually eat...
It took a while for Ruan Xin to realize that the smell of the ointment was wrong. She frowned and asked, "What did you apply?"
Mo Zhifei looked indifferent: "Ningrou Cream."
Lu Xin's palms suddenly tightened, and he was about to get up, but Mo Zhifei held his hand down again, "If you move again, I'll slap you. I didn't ask you to give me money, so don't worry."
Ruan Xin was a little angry: "I said just use Huiluo ointment."
This guy actually took the initiative and gave him a plaster that he couldn't afford. Ningrou Ointment is extremely effective and is most suitable for smearing skin wounds. No matter how deep the wound is, applying this plaster will heal it quickly. And it won’t leave scars…
But this kind of plaster is equivalent to a luxury product. Except for the truly wealthy, people at the bottom have no chance to afford it...
Of course Ruan Xin will not be grateful to Mo Zhifei. He hates owing favors to others. Mo Zhifei's doing this will only make him more disgusted.
Because he doesn't need, he doesn't need anyone to help him.
However, after listening to his words, Mo Zhifei sneered and said, "I think as an imperial physician, you should know best that the kind of broken plaster you mentioned will only aggravate the scarring after application."
Lu Xin took a deep breath: "Whether I leave a scar or not has nothing to do with you."
"Young master, I have a kind heart. I can't bear to see this brat messing around with me, so I can do it myself." Mo Zhifei said this lazily, but the finger he used to smear Lu Xin's wound was extremely light.
Soggy: "..."
He endured it and opened his lips coldly: "Who are you calling a brat?"
"Are there any other little brats here?" Mo Zhifei grabbed his hand and continued to bandage his fingers.
Lu Xin's fingers were quite long, but very thin, with distinct joints. The nails were damaged, the skin was bleeding, and there were some redness and swelling. They looked very pitiful.
When Mo Zhifei was bandaging his finger, Ruan Xin finally felt pain and curled up his fingers slightly. Mo Zhifei looked up at him and saw Ruan Xin lying on the pillow, his eyebrows and eyes were furrowed, and his eyelids were still a little bit... Turning red, Mo Zhifei couldn't help but tease him, "Does it hurt?"
Ruan Xin looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Mo Zhifei wrapped all ten of his fingers in a circle, looking particularly accomplished.
Ruan Xin: "... How can I work if you are like this?"
"No matter what you do, you are injured like this. Take a good rest."
Mo Zhifei didn't care what Ruan Xin thought. He saved the person anyway, so he had to listen to him.
After he applied medicine to the patient, the housekeeper ordered someone to come in with the meal.
The butler said: "Master, I don't know what this young master likes to eat, so I asked the kitchen to make a portion of each based on the available ingredients."
So, Ruan Xin, who was forced to put on Mo Zhifei's clothes, saw that the dining table was filled with delicacies that were impossible to finish.
Ruan Xin sat at the table, silent.
Seeing him not moving his chopsticks, Mo Zhifei thought he didn't like eating, so he couldn't help but said: "Do you not like eating? If you don't like eating, I will ask the butler to take it away and make it again..."
Before he finished speaking, Ruan Xin ignored him, and finally stretched out his hand to take the bowl and chopsticks with a cold face, but his fingers were wrapped with a bandage, and before he could hold the chopsticks firmly, he dropped them.
(End of chapter)